Work She does not want music today. Her voice is the sound of a tire deflating so slowly, it is almost inaudible over the hum of the machine. The machines – they have surrounded her since her sophomore year of high school to what would be her sophomore year of college. I have not yet […]
all the heartwork
Heart speaks.
There are so many things I could write about. Watching her brave face crumple as soon as she collapsed against her physical therapist, legs frail and body exhausted after walking 45 steps down the hall. Singing Alicia Keys as she walked, as she sobbed in her bed for ten minutes after. I could linger in […]
Here, holding
Heart is crowded tonight –its swollen waterskin – the tension it takesto keep a surface. I thinkit is just an illusion,as I listen to Death Caband remember curling into youon the leather couch cushions.I watched my friend cryas I left her lighthouse porchand my eyes sang back her ocean hymns.I am often unsure of whois […]
23/30
Z Press your palm into the skin of your chest. The sun is so bright, or maybe we only notice during tragedies. You imagine your hand keeping the wind from blowing through you, your fingers covering a clean, raw hole. You are shocked by the brightness of the day. There is a walk behind an […]
18/30
Thoughts on a Palliative Visit The little blue beartraps the heatof your bare skinon its fursitting at your sidecradled in your armby accidenta small gestureof comfort the machines clickand gasp andyour eyes are stilllike hisyour chest is stillrising and fallingshifting little bearI forget you do notexpand on your ownI forget whatis keeping you alive I […]
To Rest
The video I’m about to post is dedicated to a young life we lost last week. He always said yes to music, even on the days where he couldn’t pick up a shaker, when the most he could give us was a tiny smile. He was 3 years old. I so loved singing to you, […]